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The Journals of Al-Hambra Act I

Contributed by baronhawk on Friday, 2nd April 2004 @ 04:56:22 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



In the dusts of times
the sands of memories
lies the tale of tales
an epic of destiny

long long ago
in an age before history
lived the fairies and their ilk
on earth with mortal men

sages they were
keepers of lore
masters of magic
and shapers of dreams

with powers beyond
our grasping mentations
silhouttes of gods
but never divine

they lived in harmony
in the times before
until humankind discovered
the merits of science

with tools and knowledge
we soon unearthed
a power much greater
then even the fairies themselves

for in our very hands
God has placed the mastery
as caretakers of this earth
we can shape its destiny

sages they were and lore they kept
but bound they are by celestial quips
we on the other hand are unrestricted hence
the world to our will can we ultimately bend

as more and more of science we learned
more tools discovered and knowledge unearthed
nature and fairies holds no more expense
but are resources to be consumed post hence

as nature withers under our ravaging hand
so is the power of fairies withered in recompense
bringing up the moment magic's time to die
so ends an age of earth the last days of Aquarius

sadly in repose pondering their fates
the fairy court decided upon a plan of escape
to a mirror world will they descend
into a place beyond space beyond time

a pocket dimension created on the ends
a faraway plane as yet untouched by science
sealed of from the earth by a dazzling facade
a temporal gateway bending space and time

so fled the fairies to the lands beyond
leaving behind allies their human clients
but not forgotten nor left behind
but left with the means and the plot to a plan

twelve tribes they were
the followers of the fairies
left behind to scheme
for the return of their liege

with them were twelve keys
twelve majestic artifacts
objects of great power
and the keys to the wall of lights

with each lies a power
given to individual tribes
together and in concert
they could open the gates of light

it is said that beyond this gate
lies the armories of Ra-Magda
where the ancient fairies keep
their terrible weapons of power

beyond the armories
lies the halls of Bal-Seeka
where the fairies left a taste
of their glory and their lore

beyond the halls
lies another set of doors
watched upon by Tem-Por
the dreaded fairy-lord of war

herein lies a riddle
the fabled words of power
to open the way hither
to the fairies' last refuge

so the fairies fled away
their followers slaved their plans
until the coming of the day
when Aquarius walks again

but a mortal man named Al-Hambra
got wind of all their story
sketching upon paper
he wrote a journal of their plans

the stories he told
of the tribes in hiding
the details he divulged
of the artifacts in question

but word got out of him
and the telling of his deeds
pursued he became
by assassins in the night

fearing of the worst
he hid his work and ran
leaving clues and hints
in the annals of literature

in the kingdom of Sudan
a knife did enter his back
piercing skin and going through his heart
so ends his tale the story of Al-Hambra

but the story of his work
the Journals of Al-Hambra
lies unfound but not lost
awaiting a discoverer.




Copyright © baronhawk ... [ 2004-04-02 16:56:22]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: The Journals of Al-Hambra Act I (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Friday, 2nd April 2004 @ 05:08:55 PM AEST
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Inside I am still a little girl who loves to read stories and sagas, especially when fairies are present. Onward to II..... Kie


Re: The Journals of Al-Hambra Act I (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Saturday, 3rd April 2004 @ 11:43:55 PM AEST
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Marvelous story teller are you BaronHawk.
This one is entirely new to me, from the beginning to end.
Very interesting indeed.....I'm looking forward to reading the next one....I love fantasy. Wish I could write it too.
Especially like you!
I just can't do it.......have to be truthful, or my pen runs dry
Sigh
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